saving myself from the ruin

Laxago loathed the idea of displeasing him. It send her into turmoil, confusion, uncertainty and most of all fear as she watched him, pulled her ears to her skull in submission and quivered. She was a metaphorical wreck, a maddened mess of contorted emotions, guilt twisting in the pits of her stomach, her claws furrowing into the supple earth below as her tail lashed against her shuddering thighs. "Medusa asked me if I would let you breed with her -- if you wanted to. I relented." Her voice is flat this time, cool, hiding emotion and concern though it ripples blatantly across her features. She would not make decisions for Deteste, had not told Medusa it was a done deal -- her only part in it had been giving the harpy queen her blessing, in a way. Still she loathed the idea, and loathed the possibility of putting a dent in her relationship with her darling lover; it was the last thing she wanted, but the Amenti alpha was a forceful woman, one who was difficult to say no to. She gritted her teeth, recoiled back as though fearing his reaction and praying for his understanding, her entire body coiled closer to the earth in a display of her cautious submission to him.